Chapter 1087: Temporary victory

boom!
In an instant, the void surrounding Meng Fan exploded, and the two handprints collided, and each of them was a strong man who reached the peak. Under this situation, the sky suddenly trembled this week, and the overflowing power shattered countless. Dao vitality fragments.
Under such impact, it was only the moment of contact that broke the vacuum, and at the same time two palm winds fell, and two human figures appeared in the sky.
One of them was an old man in a black robe, gray hair, and extremely embarrassed complexion. He looked like a pig's liver. Staring at the far side of the world, he was the first elder of the Moyun Tower, the devil's wind!
Not far away, a figure appeared behind Meng Fan. It was a middle-aged man with a magnificent appearance, and naturally the tower owner of Lingyun Tower, Ling Tiandi.
The two powerhouses confronted each other. There is no doubt that the collision of the previous blow was sparks splashing, and the surrounding world was solidified. At the same time, Ling Tiandi smiled and said calmly.
"Old demon, there is still not much growth in these years. With the help of the restricted area, do you not reach the peak?"
The tone was piercing, and Mo Xingfeng’s teeth were clenched, his eyes were filled with endless anger, and he uttered a few words.
"So what, if I swallow you, I will be enough to reach the top!"
"You also need to have this ability!"
Ling Tiandi replied calmly, the two sides had been fighting in the northern group for many years. They knew each other incomparably, and the hatred had come from generation to generation.
"But now it seems... you don't seem to have the upper hand, the loss is not small!"
Obviously, in today’s battle, the sudden appearance of Meng Fan and Amethyst can be described as a complete change of the battle. All the forms here are reversed. Not only the array is destroyed, but the five ghosts of the battle hall directly died in Meng Fan. In the hands, this kind of loss is not unreasonable, it is simply unbearable for the Demon League.
Under this circumstance, the blow to itself and morale is estimated to have reached a point where it cannot be added, and the source of everything is the young man not far away... Meng Fan!
With a glance, Mo Xingfeng's teeth clenched, and anger filled his eyes. If the eyes could kill people, then Mo Xingfeng's gaze had already killed Meng Fan 10,000 times.
Seeing this calm face again made him faint with anger.
"Little beast, your life is really big!"
Now it's not just him, the entire Demon League even believes that Meng Fan is dead. After all, Pluto personally ordered the five ancestor-level figures lurking in the northern group to shoot at the same time.
In this situation, even though there was a battle hall blocking, Wu Sen still went and killed Meng Fan. It was a ninth-level existence in the Profound Origin Realm, how terrible!
However, under this circumstance, Meng Fan actually came back alive and seemed to be more powerful. He also brought back a mysterious amethyst. It was a miracle, like a big mouth that was drawn to all the people of the demon league. Body, especially Moxingfeng, can't believe it.
"You are not dead, so why should I die?"
Meng Fan's eyes were cold and sneered.
"Also... Go back and tell you the so-called Lord Pluto that the messenger he sent died in my hands. If there is any problem, come to me!"
The voice fell, causing the group to tremble, and there was an uproar between the heaven and the earth, but anyone with a bit of knowledge stuck out their tongues and sighed inwardly.
What is called Rampage Wuji, what is young and frivolous, is simply the most vivid expression in Meng Fan, countless older generations of powerhouses are now full of sorrows, but there are many self-confessed patriarchs in their family, who have With great strength, I think I can surpass everything.
But relying on their methods, they can only look at the place of ordinary people. It is okay to use guns to bully the weak. And Meng Fan's age is similar to them, but none of the people he bullied is weak, and he dared to clamor for Pluto in public. So courageous, such a means.
Suddenly everyone understood that this is called arrogance, and this is called domineering. At Meng Fan’s age, he is truly facing a and unscrupulous. In this contrast, the so-called arrogances are even drizzle in front of him. Not on.
"you….."
In an instant, Mo Xingfeng almost squirted out a mouthful of blood, grasping tightly and creaking.
The powerful vitality fluctuates, and he has already reached the ninth stage of the Profound Origin Realm. This anger can be described as shaking the sky, but after a few breaths, he is forcibly suppressed by the demon wind.
Obviously today the Demon League of World War I was completely defeated, and there was a Ling Tiandi behind Meng Fan. They were in a complete disadvantage and were not suitable for launching the final battle.
In this contrast, Mo Xingfeng also understands that it is impossible to kill Meng Fan right now. It is only a laughing stock to stay here. In the end, it is indifferent.
"Remember, Meng Fan, little beast, sooner or later I want you to die in my hands!"
The voice fell, and at the same time the latter waved his hand, tearing the space apart and retreating outward.
Seeing this scene, Meng Fan and Ling Tiandi did not stop them either. They also knew better in their hearts that there was more than just a powerful man in the Demon League.
There is also the legendary avatar of Pluto, now it has the upper hand, if it is too deep, it will be bad.
If they want to go with the strength of the devil's wind, they still can't stop it. Meng Fan snorted, and looked in the direction where the devil's wind disappeared. By the way, he directly squeezed the old ghost in his hand, and the blood filled the world. At the same time, he responded,
"I will give you what you say!"
The tone was sharp and tit-for-tat, and the magic wind that had disappeared in the void suddenly almost passed away, but in the end only the space was operating, and the whole figure merged into the void and left completely.
Obviously, his business was to respond to the Demon League, not just his powerful man was dispatched to stabilize the situation, but such a fiasco could not be saved.
The army was defeated like a mountain. Under this situation, the hole that penetrated into the Moyun State was finally torn apart. With the damage of this sacred formation, the other two places could not be stopped.
From week to day, all the people of the Demon League are like the dogs of the bereavement. They are chased and killed by the people of the war hall, throwing away their helmets and armor, and constantly fleeing. Without the help of the top powerhouse, they have no room to resist .
There is no scruples about the demon-style of the ordinary people of the demon alliance, but the breath responds, suddenly a few powerful shots, and finally let the blood sprinkle all the way, chased by the amethyst, there is no way to the sky, and the ancient true demon who has no way to go down. Mocha is out of trouble.
Although Mocha was out of trouble, this battle was obviously a huge gain. The demonic alliance was broken, the morale of the entire battle hall and others was greatly improved, and all the surrounding divine formations were completely broken, enough to allow the two sides to confront each other. The situation has changed again, which is a great encouragement to Zhantang and others.
"Brother Meng Fan!"
Between heaven and earth, these four words came out. At this moment, all the dark guards’ eyes were focused on the sky, and the corners of their mouths roared. Even though countless people were exhausted, they still felt the inside of the slender figure. Blood surging.
Years of battle, countless killings!
Under this circumstance, Meng Fanke never gave up on them, but they regarded Meng Fan as a faith, followed by life and death, and established that kind of bond between brothers.
Gu Xinao and Lin Tang both pursed their lips and came to Meng Fan's body without saying a word. However, there was too much between the exchange of eyes, and they all clearly understood that the three brothers were together. Such arrogance, but never surrendered, no matter who the opponent is.
Under the gathered sound, now it is not only the people of the dark guards, but also the elite disciples of countless battle halls, and a large number of powerhouses from the northern group. At this moment, it is a loud roar from the heart and lungs.
Obviously, it was shocking and subdued for Meng Fan's power and temperament. Under this circumstance, these words could be said to ring through Moyun State and spread throughout the entire land.
"Haha...little guy, I know you won't die!"
On the side, Ling Tiandi stepped out and looked at Meng Fan with a smile. He was also full of amazement, obviously feeling that Meng Fan's strength had made great progress.
"Thank you for your help!"
Meng Fan handed over. If Amethyst was not there, he really couldn't face the devilish wind alone. Even after entering the sixth stage of the Profound Origin Realm, he would still be dead for a lifetime.
After all, this is the gap between the third tiers. In the Xuanyuan realm, the third tier is a gap that needs to be broken through for countless people, and it is extremely difficult.
"What, you and me are now not just friends, but comrades fighting together!"
Ling Tiandi pointed at Meng Fan and said calmly, and if these words came out, it would have shocked countless people. You must know who Ling Tiandi was, but one of the few powerhouses in this northern group, the top existence, more He is a rising figure among the older generation, but his attitude is now on the same level as Meng Fan.
This recognition is a kind of supreme glory for Meng Fan, who is in his twenties.
Meng Fan smiled, concentrating,
"Don't dare to be it, but people in the restricted area really need everyone to fight together before they can be killed!"
"Yes, the Great Elder Zhan Mokong is waiting in the War Emperor City. This time you come back, it is also at a critical time. I believe that the battle of life and death will come soon!"
Ling Tiandi said lightly, but at this moment there was a strange smell in his tone.
His eyes flashed, and Meng Fan understood at the same time that although Zhantang had achieved a temporary victory, it was only based on the absence of the Pluto clone.
And the latter is still a centipede, dead but not stiff, especially with the help of the restricted area, it also has a hidden hole card. There must be a final battle between the two sides before they can determine this northern group. The situation in the future.
Thinking of this, the corners of Meng Fan's mouth couldn't help but rise, and the tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept going. In his obsession, he could only think of continuous cultivation until he reached the legendary step.
But on this road, it is destined to be unable to be peaceful, only killing and surviving on the tip of the knife can exchange the glimmer of vitality, the way to breakthrough!
But now this battle is already imminent, but I don’t know what the future of this northern group will be... who is in charge!